No Justice

Nothing is sacred to the devil. My heart violently writhing in my chest Reminds me of that daily. Fifteen years may as well have been two days. The clock ticks towards an inevitable end. Whispering all the promises you once made to me, in her ear. Are you lying to her too? Another home wrecking

Acquiesce

The leaves here have begun to fall. There’s a coolness in the breeze signaling change is on its way. I can only hope it’s for the better. The sinking feeling comes back to haunt me daily. I keep the rising screams at bay with work, and school, and making dinner. But I feel the heaviness

Against the Grain

There’s shame in my resentment. It burrows its way back into my heart and mind, if I let it. WHEN I let it. Like tendrils they pierce the flesh of every thought as every negative memory of you plays on repeat in my head. The warnings were there all along. Love shouldn’t be a constant

Silent Pain

i miss my dad.

Frayed Edges

Here I go again. Omitting truth for peace. Afraid to crush your fragile sentimentality. Constantly teetering on the scale of our relationship. This time I won’t falter, No matter the cost. This time I will speak my mind, Without concern for your delicate heart. The one I fight to understand as I search for my

Soliloquy

The smell of fresh rolls wafted through the dining area. I sat at the bar waiting for my order. A man sat three stools down. I caught intermittent mumbles about death, the end of the world, and some Bible verses. I wonder if he knows something I don’t? If he hears the echo of voices

Your Touch

You didn’t touch me again today. Should I be worried? Is it happening again? My thoughts go dark fast. Has my adventurous nature become mundane? Perhaps. But,There will be a time when you’ll realize what you have. Hopefully, Before I stop missing the feel of your hands on my skin. Before the thought of your

Joy

© 2020 CMBClary Longing to feel joy again Does sorrow ever take a rest? Control emotions with behest. Breathe the air, with weightless chest. To feel again even in brief No more tears of pain and grief. No tangled rage and disbelief.  Or shattered remnants, just relief I long to one day smile again. Does

Carry On

© 2020 CMBClary Memories brim at every corner of my mind. A heavy stone in my chest, A lump in my throat, but, I carry on. What else is there? Just tasks. All the things no one else will do, They wait for me. And while my heart is a still ache, I carry on.

Pet -A Funny Rhyme or Two

I want to keep you as a pet To come to me at my behest To dream of me all the day long To be here at my beckon call I want to keep you as a pet To laugh at my comedic fret To clean my house and smile at me To be whatever

Cold Winter Day

©2017 C. Clary When winter dew kisses the earth, My fatigued soul will long for mirth. Frigid reminder of what could have been. A constant pain from deep within. My body aching, searching for yours. To touch would be the cause of wars. To kiss those silken lips so sweet. To love you with unbridled

The End

It’s over now. I ripped you from my life. You were woven in so tightly for so long. I didn’t think I could hold it together without you there. I didn’t think I’d survive it. I miss you at times. We were best friends. I thought by some miracle we still would be, But I

Near

I felt you here today. I didn’t see you. We didn’t speak. But I knew you were near. -Clary

Thought of the Day

I mostly think that everyone falls on hard times. Even then, being worried that I’ve run out of Dom Perignon would be far less stressful than finding out I’ve just run out of toilet paper and only have a $1.15 to my name. Yes that seems like an extreme, but for many that is reality.

Poetic Curse

©2010 B. Clary I often think in poetry. It is a curse my own disease. To look upon a tree in awe, Its gnarled roots in winters thaw. The rolling hills, flowers in sync, Petals so soft like lips of pink. A splash of blue upon the sky, As feathered clouds lazily float by. The

My Screen Door

The concrete was hot on my feet that late summer evening. My toes curled in response to the slight discomfort. A symphony of crickets and locusts permeated the warm evening air like an orchestra welcoming the night. I stood there listening to their song, nostalgia washing over me again. Memories of messy brunette hair, bare

A Life

The stars pricked holes in the darkness and I wished I could live under them. Warm air wrapped me up and I was home. I stood there a moment thinking of him and what he would have been like. His soft fuzzy hair on my fingertips, a sweet little face and gummy grin, those tiny

Growing Up

Who would have thought we’d miss our childhood so much, after spending it wishing we could be grown ups! – Clary

Monster

That day still seared in your mind. Those moments set on repeat.  It was only one time. A nudge transformed into a push.  A push into a shove. A heavy hand on your cheek. And a lingering metallic taste. Eventually a monster laid in your bed. A monster you invited, you let in, you relied

Food for Thought

Pondered the brevity of life today. Soon realized the powers that be, God in my case, only granted us a small taste of this world because even the short time we’re given is taken for granted. Imagine how ungrateful and wasteful we would be if we lived thousands of years. Imagine the unending procrastination and

Scorn

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned

Note to Self

Just wanted to let you know… You fucked up. Mistakes have been made. There’s no turning back. Now, Get up, Dust yourself off, And keep going! —- Clary

Me

I forget myself sometimes. Forget that I am not just a mom, a wife, a sister, or a daughter. I’m not just the referee of remotes, the apology police, or the kisser of boo-boos. I am me. I’m not just the cooker of meals, the cleaner of snotty noses and sticky fingers, the fixer of

A Moment

It envelops me Sometimes I just want to be alone Not always Just moments A moment alone A moment when I am not exhausted and unable to think A moment for just me and silence, a friend I rarely see anymore. A moment for my thoughts to creep out from dusty corners of my mind